Love Love, what is it. Why, there must be love, love then why would regret why cry. I love my teens I regret a lot for love has been broken. I trust I'm doing well. I try to provide the best There are now in love, regret. I'm sorry I'm crying I'm tired, but I went with his parents and brother beside me. My dear brother Brother said don't go to regret. Now the school is intended to someday good people will walk into our lives. And now I am happy that many do.